“Gritt! Envelope for you.” A random aide said as he slid the letter under Gritt’s door.
The envelope was glossy black with a blood-red seal pressed into the flap. The logo on the front couldn’t be mistaken. The sharp, angular lettering of Voktek Industries, embossed in silver, gleamed under the dim light.
Inside was a single sheet of thick black cardstock, smooth as oil, written in stark white letters:
Gritt, If you want to advance your career, come alone. 7 PM sharp. The Neon Fang Bar. — V.
That was it. No explanation, no logo beyond the faint watermark of Voktek’s stylized “V,” just that message.
Gritt blinked, looking over the letter before he popped it open. He recognised the logo, so was this from Voxtek? He didn't get much of a chance to make a choice on this as the letter was snagged from his hands.
"If Vox ever asks you to meet somewhere alone, it is a bad idea." Shi said, crimson eyes narrowing at the letter. "You met many people who did?" Gritt asked, leaning back in his seat. "Some. I would see people called to his office alone... and you would not see them again. I will inform Opal, and ask her to send a polite reply."
It was not good if Gritt attracted the eye of those three. Shi's guard was up.
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A reply would be drafted as soon as Shi informed Opal, and it was delivered by courier and employees would leave it on Vox's desk;
Mr Vox of Voxtec Enterprises,
Given Gritt's current success as G-Force, it is unwise for him to meet anyone alone. If you were to speak with him, his bodyguard would at least need to be present. But all agreements are managed by myself and Gritt. No one signs anything unless we're both present.
Kindest regards; G-Force's agent Mrs Opal Wavebreaker
